Under Kaplan's falling beat, the double bass's "questioning motive" was torn out of the silence again, making a brutal and out-of-control loud noise!
The fifth movement, expanded sonata form, Last Day, Resurrection Hymn.
The whole band poured out an overwhelming B-flat minor decomposition chord, and the trumpets and trombones played the "Judgement Motive" in F minor. The horrifying horn sound spanned the octave and penetrated up and down, foreshadowing a doomsday apocalypse-like scene.
But the prospect is fleeting like the tide, and the cello and double bass wander in the shadows.
His swing temporarily became softer, and the atmosphere returned to the tranquil key of C major. Some listeners recalled the second theme of the "Pastoral" in the first movement. At this time, the flute, horn and clarinet entered the beat, and the oboe responded with a reverberating timbre.
Staggered imitation:
"sol——do——" "sol——do——"
"sol——do,re,mi,fa,sol——" "sol——do,re,mi,fa,sol——"
It is still the simple alternation of dominant and dominant notes, ascending with a pure scale of one, two, three, four and five, and then slipping down in a roundabout way.
But here it takes on the solemn temperament of a psalm, as well as subtle rhythm and interval deformation, so it is no longer a "pastoral pastoral", but has been sublimated into a more advanced form: "ascension motive".
The harp played an unstable diminished seventh chord, and the sound of French horns came from the sunset skyline.
In measure 43, at the beginning of the exposition, the oboe blows the desolate triplet "Proclaimer's Motive" and begins the solemn hymn it sings in the face of the vast and boundless darkness.
The lightning outside the top of the symphony hall continued to pierce the night sky, but this did not change its gloom and gloominess at all.
Kaplan now feels that the fact that he is still alive for the time being is no longer like sunshine, but like night.
The light of day cannot realize the depth of night.
The pizzicato of the string instruments was like a solemn march, and the woodwind group played the "Doomsday Sutra" theme with ppp weakness.
More than half of the audience found it familiar. This medieval hymn, which carries the duality of judgment and redemption, seemed to have appeared briefly in the middle of the development of the first movement.
And here, it's at the heart of the presentation.
And it continues to be continued by composers.
The trombone and trumpet took over the judgment and foreshadowed the redemption, so the second half of the "Doomsday Book" evolved into the preliminary form of the "Hymn of the Resurrection".
Just like the dark and dead "Second Symphony" score and the glimmer of light on the poster cover.
The "Proclaimer's Motive" triplet bloomed between each voice again, but this time it retreated as if it had been shaken, leaving only the gossamer harp pizzicato and string tremolo.
Kaplan's Adam's apple was trembling.
He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Only the tip of the baton stretched out toward the back row.
"sol——fa."
"sol——fa."
"sol——fa,mi,fa,re——xi——!"
The flute and alto oboe sounded the "Pleading Motive" in a trembling voice.
The design of B flat minor makes sol and fa present a semitone relationship of VI-V level. It is suspended sharply in the air, repeated, and torn, and then develops into oboe, bassoon, piccolo, clarinet... all over the mountains and plains in various fields.
Entangled counterpoints between voices.
To be honest, he really wanted to plead with fate, even if his voice was as trembling as the band.
Because I still have many desires and things I want to have.
The income from this job is very high, and the social status is relatively respectable. I quit my job and changed careers with "self-knowledge". I didn't expect to be like this.
The "art popularization" and "music aid" currently being implemented by the orchestra are very good things. If you have a little more spare money, combined with your own early financial investment, you will have many, many ideas that you can personally implement and witness in the future.
For example, building an "Old Conservatory of Music" in a systematic way.
For smaller things, maybe have one or two more children.
Watch them grow up happily, and then teach each other a musical instrument and hold a family indoor concert for his wife, relatives and friends to listen in a warm atmosphere.
After presenting his "motivation for entreaty", he shook his head and pointed his hand at the position on the right rear where his ear captured it.
The low "Doomsday Sutra" theme sounded solemnly again. This time it was not a tranquil wooden pipe, but a metallic copper pipe. Its subsequent "Hymn of Resurrection" gradually became higher, and the "Proclaimer's Motive" was also added one after another, intertwined.
For a chapter of Revelation that resounds throughout heaven and earth.
At the end of the presentation, there was an uneasy silence.
Kaplan gasped and stretched his left arm diagonally downward, with his hand at the same level as his waist and hips.
This is a very low height to indicate the onset of ppp.
The back row of the band was ready, and the six percussionists bowed and dropped their hammers with bated breath.
Timpani, bass drum, snare drum, gongs, cymbals... all the percussion instruments lined up played.
"Dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang..."
Kaplan recalled the composer's instructions for this development.
"Please use your fastest speed to hit the weakest intensity you can, and then increase it to the strongest within three measures until everything is destroyed!"
"Dang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!..." It was as if a tsunami was approaching and the mountains were collapsing!
Under the overwhelming crescendo of sound, he made trivial yet intense beats with his left hand, raising it higher and higher, rising above his head, and then slashing it down with the baton in his right hand!
The horrifying "Judgement Motive" horn sounded again, and all the blood of the six percussionists rushed to their arms, with ferocious looks on their faces, and their hands struck even more crazily and out of control with their mallets!
“Boom!!!————”
The real scene of the apocalypse was violently unfolded. The ground shook in the wilderness, tombs were cracked, and the dead were everywhere. People all over the mountains and plains joined the procession, regardless of whether they were rich or poor, whether they were kings, beggars, or righteous people.
Well, whether they are villains or whether they believe in God or not, they all move forward involuntarily and accept the torture of the last day.
"Judgement Motive", "Proclaimer Motive", "Doomsday Book" theme and "Resurrection Hymn" started a close fight, gradually evolving into a bizarre and frantic march.
First, the feet lost their support, then the calves, and then the knees.
He felt that he was rushing towards an unknown death, and the world lost its remaining transparency and began to become dark and difficult to understand.
The rolling sound of the bass drum gradually faded away, and the string instruments emitted a trembling vibrato again.
The baton was taken out again, this time it was pointed at the trombone section.
"do——xi."
"do——xi."
"do——xi, la, xi, sol——mi——!"
E-flat minor, chromatic VI-V progression, the "pleasure motive" appears again, suspended, repeated, torn and superimposed. As those people plead, their cries get louder and louder;
The orchestra's unison interrupted it violently, and the wails reached the sky;
The cello is stubbornly continuing to write this melody, developing in a more harsh and cold direction.
The dead do not want to let their senses go, but their consciousness will eventually disappear with the approach of the eternal Holy Spirit.
The motive for pleading is presented so wonderfully in the development part.
For the first time, he suddenly felt that his talent in this field might actually be good, but he just started a little late.
If fate can give me another ten years,
Or, five years,
No, even if it’s just one or two more years!…
He should be able to gain more insight into conducting and leave something more to the world, rather than just having this lonely record.
A lonely record?
The "Proclaimer's Motive" was brought out by him again, and he was exhausted, as if his whole person had been fished out of water.
In the gloomy night, he waved his remaining spirituality like a torch that was about to go out but was still hot.
The dark curtain was burned into shocking holes.
There is light seeping out of the pit.
Earthly life shows its last trembling gesture, the trumpet of revelation is calling, the sound of nightingale is heard from afar, flute and piccolo alternately sing with mysterious brilliance.
So many moments of collapse and pleading, so many hysterical emotions, finally dissipated at this moment, and even the air could not freeze.
The composer's most transcendentally beautiful and breathtaking moment has arrived.
Kaplan gently trembled and stretched out his hand, toward the distance and toward higher ground.
He didn't seem to be directing, but he wanted to touch something that he had never obtained in his life.
His lips were moving slightly, but no sound came out.
In a terrifying and uneasy silence, the choir opened the carol of the last day with the gentlest a cappella singing:
"Resurrection, yes, you will be resurrected.
O my dust, after a short rest!
The Lord who calls you to your side,
Will give you new life.
You are sown until you bloom again!
after we die,
The Lord comes to take us in,
Like harvesting sheaves of grain!”
The sound of the psalm is clear and quiet, hovering over the audience.
Like daylight, like stars.
All the complex orchestration and counterpoint disappeared, leaving only the quietly flowing four-part harmony of the string instruments, echoing the weak triplet of the woodwind section.
In the interlude after the first stanza, the "announcer motive", "pleasure motive" and "ascension motive" are reviewed in turn, and new things are brewing.
Various scenes from his past life appeared like a revolving lantern, and he clicked for the band.
He thought of his mournful pleas and the losses he feared.
But at this time, the mezzo-soprano girl behind the harp stood up again and sang like this:
"Believe, your heart, believe -
All is not lost!”
The alto oboe cooperates with her deeply soothing ballad, presenting a transformation of the second stanza "Hymns of the Resurrection".
"….You have not lost everything!"
Kaplan's whole body was shaking like an electric shock.
"You have, yes, you have everything you desire!
Have everything you love and fight for!!!"
There's a little more entry vocals here.
He suppressed his emotions and instructed the band to respond again with the "pleasure motive" and the "ascension motive".
The other girl next to the girl also stood up slowly, spreading her arms to lift her up.
Like answering for the composer, answering for the conductor;
It also seems to be a consolation and announcement to the choir members who are also suffering from illness and suffering;
She sang the third verse, which was transformed from the "ascension motive"——
"Believe it:
Your birth was not in vain!
Your survival and suffering are not in vain!"
Capron could no longer maintain restraint.
He began to choke, and two lines of hot tears flowed from his cloudy eyes.
In the fourth stanza of the "Hymn of the Resurrection", the choir hummed out:
"Everything that is born must perish..."
The atmosphere is solemn, the voice is heavy, and the mood is depressed.
...The living must perish? The audience was hesitant and hesitant.
But as Kaplan clapped his hands hard and took a second breath, they no longer hesitated and shouted unreservedly to the world:
"But those who were destroyed will be resurrected!!!"
One low and one high, one suppressed and one raised, the heaven and earth were eclipsed by it!
The audience's stage suddenly became clear and they burst into tears!
"End the trembling, stop being afraid..."
“Get ready for the new life!!!”
In the intermezzo, the violin plays a seven-degree jump upwards, as if looking up to the sky, and the band connects the late moon and the early glow with a moving sound flow.
Everything has changed.
In the fifth and sixth verses, Kaplan felt that he could no longer feel the existence of the lower half of his body.
But he started to look up to the sky and laugh.
Because the soprano solo and the mezzo-soprano duet are rising high and high:
"Ah, the all-pervading sickness,
I'm out of your clutches!
O invincible death,
Now you are conquered!
On wings won with the power of passionate love,
I will fly away,
Fly towards the light that the naked eye has never seen!”
The long road is coming to an end, and salvation is in sight. The string instruments are vibrating, and the harp is playing arpeggios as smooth as a mirror. He is directing the flute and French horn to beat, while laughing with tears streaming down his face.
In the seventh verse, the "ascension motive" finally transforms into its final form.
He burst into tears with laughter, and the most complicated part of the score had already been memorized in his mind. At this moment, his fingers passed over the seats above the choir in turn, giving the beat points, and raised them slightly——
"On wings won with the power of passionate love..." the mezzo-soprano sang the Ascension Motive.
"...on wings won with the power of ardent love..." A group of tenors sang the Ascension Motive.
“……on wings won with the power of ardent love…” The second tenor group sang the Ascension Motive.
"......on wings won with the power of ardent love..." the soprano group sang the Ascension Motive.
“……………… on wings won with the power of ardent love…” The bass group sang the motivation for ascension…
The vocals and the band are successively mismatched, rising layer by layer, and the counterpoint parts are intertwined. The miracle of resurrection appears before our eyes, setting off a white-hot climax that is overwhelming:
"On wings won with the power of passionate love,
I will spread my wings and fly high!
I will die until I am reborn!!!"
Another set of designated brass pipes sang a triumphant song, and Capron's gray hair withered and melted like snow touching flames.
He raised the baton high, higher than the orchestra, higher than the choir——
The musician sitting on the organ bandstand has his hands and feet falling on the keyboard!
"Buzz!!" The whole hall was vibrating with resonance!
In the eighth verse, the dazzling "Hymn of the Resurrection", the entire orchestra and choir's blood surged to their cheeks, they opened their arms and sang loudly:
"Resurrection, yes, you will be resurrected,
My heart, just in a moment!
Everything you strive for,
Will lead you to see the radiance!"
Countless sacred sounds complement each other, the tremolo becomes crystal clear, and the celestial bodies begin to crush and collide with each other!
"fly----"
Kaplan felt a faint mosquito sound in his ears.
He didn't know if he was still swinging.
Consciousness was passing, and he was stalling for time by trying his best to outline the score in his mind.
The empirical part is dissipating and the transcendental part is rising.
The sound of the bells rose louder and louder, and the sound of the trumpet extended to the ends of heaven and earth.
"Thump, thump..." His vision was filled with black nothingness, and his heart was beating violently.
The timpani began its thunderous rolling, and the originally rippling golden color of the symphony hall turned into a blinding incandescence.
The ultimate success!
“Keng!!!”
The strong attack of the E flat major chord at the end of the band overshadowed the sound of the conductor's baton falling to the ground.
"Thump, thump, thump, thump..." The heartbeat seems not to be my own, but to a higher place farther away from me.
Higher and farther.
It felt like many people put down their instruments in a hurry, and it seemed like more people jumped onto the stage. It was just a feeling.
"Flies——————————" The buzzing noise in my ears grew from small to loud, and then gradually left. The pain in my heart seemed to be floating away piece by piece on a hot air balloon.
No fans were heard applauding, and there was no more sound.
The rickety figure on the podium fell down like a towering tree!